Nokron continued to walk forward, touring the mountains and rivers, as if it were just another ordinary attack.
After all, to him, he possessed dozens of innate Taoist artifacts, and countless people coveted these treasures. Various fraudulent means emerged endlessly, which was perfectly normal.
"The location's been exposed; I guess a second batch will come soon... The most troublesome part is, I can't run, and I have to travel at a normal pace, pretending I'm unaware."
"Time's getting tighter; I need to continue researching the creation blueprint of the Ancient Dragon and get it done quickly."
"Truly been screwed over by my future self."
A trace of annoyance flashed across his face.
Since his debut, he's always been the mastermind behind the scenes, causing trouble quietly. Who's ever screwed him over? Who could manage to?
